What I saw that night is engraved in my memory even after all these years. Even though people don’t believe me and say I was not thinking straight.

But I know what I saw.

Sitting in his chair in his room, I saw him. My roommate, Matt.

His laptop on the desk, static filling the screen. I caught a glimpse of another source of light on the bed – his phone, showing the same imagery.

He sat facing me as I entered the room. He didn’t move nor say anything.

I don’t think he could’ve done so anyway.

After all, his whole face was gone.

All of it.

And in the screens, I could occasionally see a distorted screaming face. His face.

Sometimes, I could make out words instead, flickering in waves of black and white dots:

                           HELP ME

                            PLEASE